Hi, Hazel here.
These days I'm much more active on my livejournal and fanfiction.net accounts than I am here - feel free to drop by and say hi! - but I'm still archiving some of my fanfiction here. It's a bit slow, because HP isn't my ff priority at the moment, but I'm working on All for All and its sequel, provisionally titled Lightning Clan. Hermitknut is my username almost everywhere, so do seek me out if you'd like to!
I'm also looking for any concrit you care to give of All for All - some of it was written a few years ago and I'd love a critical opinion on it. Thanks!
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This is stunning. It's not a direction I'd have thought to take Wormtail in, but you've really done it very well. The smaller sections mean it's light without being meaningless. And the ending is excellent!

Summary: James gives Lily a letter on the last day of sixth year:I’m going to be perfectly honest with you—I’m not that good with feelings. I usually just ask Remus; he’s pretty good with that sort of thing. But I can’t ask Remus to write this letter for me, so you’re just going to have to bear with me while I set the record straight before the school year ends and I forget how to describe my feelings about things between us.
[2000 reads! thanks guys!]

Summary: “But I want to go home,” whispered the girl. “I don’t want to fight anymore”
DH p558
Not everyone who fought in the Battle of Hogwarts wanted to be there, and not everyone survived. This is the story of one of those people.

*shivers* This is lovely and awfully sad. You wove Charlotte's story into what we already know very well; I'd never thought about what it'd be like to be a first-year during Deathly Hallows and get that kind of first impression!

Summary: An unexpected mission has Sirius teasing Remus about his standards--which leads Remus to do something even more unexpected. (Contains sexual innuendo--but with a title like that, what else would you expect?)

Summary: Sequel to A Different Kind of Love: Lily's response to James' letter saying he loves her.Part of me wants to say, please, let’s just be friends and forget what we’ve written to each other—these moments are too precious to risk spoiling them. But I know enough of the world to know that time is a one-way street. Forward is the only direction we can go.